American Ride

I grew up wearing patent leather shoes and dresses to church. I grew up with “Jesus Loves Me, This I Know”, Sunday family dinners, and a spanking if I misbehaved. I grew up in a world that was more polite and less polluted.

The world seems much more complicated now. Stores are open on Sundays and disrespect is everywhere. The media continuously shows us that we shouldn’t trust anyone. Every other driver is intoxicated, and according to my dentist (go figure), Valium is the average mother’s drug of choice. Is it any wonder I never want to leave the farm?

I heard Toby Keith’s new song recently: American Ride, and the other day I saw the video on the country music channel. Too often I hear songs and never really listen. The video is odd (only by my standards), but enthralling and I found myself nodding my head in agreement with every bit of it.